What an odd dream
I guess my desires
are desperate to
take shape and
run free
A few
words of recognition
(Is it you?
Are you
here?
As if
here is
one singular
place
and we can only exist
in a common
here)
A series of light kisses
one landing after the other
trailing across
the length of lips
a sense of confusion
This has not happened
This is a dream
It's not even my own dream
Why it here?
(Some times I wonder, when you dream of a face, does the person it belongs to also see your face in their dreams?)
